User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3474228-20110817173146/@comment-25220117-20110817175700

''The weasel slips against a wall, and slinks away to a longboat. Uttag's nose catches the smell of burning wood, and then looks to the door leading to the now-smoldering rooms. He gives a yelp, grabbing several crewbeasts'' "Go ter th'Kitchens an' use every liquid there to light that out! Anything!"